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VICE FASHION - HELLO RENE RICARD

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Are you still living at the Chelsea Hotel?

Sure, but I’m not telling you my apartment number.

Why are you still there? The energy can’t possibly be the same as it was in the 60s, or the 70s, or the 80s.

They let me pay late.

That’s the most important quality to look for in a landlord.

With real landlords you get evicted when you’re a couple of days overdue. I had an apartment out of the rental office of 6 World Trade Center and I had to go down and pay every month because they started evicting me after just a few days. But they were paid back for fucking with me—they don’t exist anymore. That address is no longer on the map of Manhattan. They should not have fucked with me. The Chelsea is a little wiser, so they let me go for a long time.

Have you ever considered leaving New York for an extended period of time?

Are you mad?

I thought you would say something to that effect.

Still, I love Lisbon. I love Morocco, but I’m not so crazy about Paris. I had a big show in London last year. They treated me really well. I got everything except belted by an earl.

I know you don’t normally sit for photos like these. How did this shoot happen?

I have absolutely no idea. Mirabelle just stunned me with a phone call and of course I took it all in stride. I was really flattered, massively flattered, and the shoot was so much fun because the stylist had all these crazy clothes for me to try on. She sent me the final edit but I did not look at it because I want to be surprised. I’m such a sissy. If I hadn’t known Mirabelle since she was born, it would not have happened.


Do yourself a huge favor and check out Rene’s new exhibition, “The Torturer’s Apprentice,” at Half Gallery. We promise you’ll like it.

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